Great, just great he was a kitten, and no one knows who he is. Why of all people does this happen to him!? Tony is worried sick, finding Peter's clothes in a random alleyway.
(Tom Holland's Spiderman)
Note: The picture above is my cat Otis, He's a Siamese and that is the cat that Peter is.)
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This little itty bitty kitten is Mr. Parker! ^.^
Peter just so happened to be in the neighborhood when he heard the screams, of course, it was late out, the sun dipping low as he swung around, keeping the peace. Even if it included disrupting his own. the red spandex was comfortable and soft, stretching as he stretched it felt nice being out in the open, being himself, helping everyone. He let his brain take over, thinking about everything that had happened, the world around him was changing dramatically, so many things were happening at once, The Internship, the fact that he was to be announced that he was the heir to Stark Industries, the rogue Avengers still out there.
Peter exhaled slowly clearing his thoughts in the process, focusing on the crime being committed, slowing down as he neared the screams, he was on top of the building, looking down into the alley, Peter sat stunned at the sight. the Avengers the rogue ones, Steve Rodgers, Sam Wilson, James Barnes, Clint Barton, Scott Lang, were standing there trying to calm down a very frightened woman, she had her phone held out, a silent threat for them to leave her alone.
"Please M'am, we don't want any trouble" Steve began calmly, his blonde hair visible from the building, like a colorful stone at the bottom of the riverbed, he held out his hands gently, easing his way closer to her.
"You almost killed hundreds!" She hissed her eyes held the unmistakable terror, Steve flinched, turning away to gather himself, "You almost killed Tony Stark," She continued her voice low and accusing.
"Miss just please..." Sam began, he sounded annoyed, very annoyed though. Peter inhaled sharply as he realized the seriousness of the situation, these were wanted, men. They didn't care if he was a fan, and Peter knew he had to let go of the fact that he was a fan.
Peter crouched, narrowing his eyes at the team, his muscles flexed as he tensed to jump, jump into the alley and protect the woman, that was his mission. He didn't care if they didn't want to hurt her, they had the ability to do that, so what stopped them from knocking her out and running.
He was about to let himself fall, and land in front of the captain, and the lady, to let her call the authorities while he stopped them from running, seemed like a good plan. What he didn't expect was to pass out during the middle of his strategizing, the world went dark and he slumped over, his wrist clanging painfully on metal.
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Steve looked up sharply at the screeching sound above them, the rest of the group tensed at the sound, the woman in front of him took the opportunity to race down in the other direction, straight out into the street, Sam trying to grab her back until she dashed into clear sight, he cursed and flew back over. Steve shifted the long duffle bag on his shoulder, filled with anything important to them
